Saturday, October 11, 2014

Humble men

Humble men                                                                                             

I’ve known a few humble men in my time.
Dead now.  They wouldn’t want their names mentioned.

Humility is a fabled hamlet somewhere
up in the mountains no roads lead to.

Not a way of self regard but, regarding the self not at all
or, offhandedly, an afterthought, an offshoot,

treated underfoot as maybe a kid brother.
The self a cumbersome necessity for a while,

an essential nuisance like the cast on a broken leg
to be discarded when wholeness returns.

There’s a natural attraction to the humble,
their emptiness allowing room to unwind, stretch out. 

They exist so minimally, a sense of expansiveness
is engendered in all those fatefully drawn near.

O child of God, humility arrives by an evolutionary process
which cannot be rushed, provoked or overridden.                    

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